Shattered Vows: Call Me Auntie Now novel Chapter 75

The bidding raged on.

Every time Quinn raised the price, Dante matched it.

It was like a suffocating net, stubbornly cutting off her every move.

Vivienne sat beside him, watching him with utter adoration. Her vanity was fully satiated.

See that, Quinn? You can act as high and mighty as you want, but to Dante, you are nothing.

A haughty smirk graced Vivienne's lips as she brushed her fingers over the silk scarf on her right wrist, feeling the raised scar beneath it.

His favoritism, his indulgence, his limitless wealth—it all belonged to her now.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand," Quinn called out, keeping her paddle raised.

A split second later, Dante's icy voice followed. "Four hundred thousand."

Tara's chest heaved with fury. "He's lost it. The dress is worth two hundred thousand at most. He's just throwing cash around to spite you!"

Quinn's eyes darkened. Dante had a bottomless bank account; she couldn't compete with his financial firepower.

But she refused to back down.

Making a split-second decision, she looked up and called out a number that made the entire room gasp.

"Six hundred thousand."

Silence fell over the hall.

The crowd, previously buzzing with excitement, now stared in utter shock at Quinn's calm demeanor.

Six hundred thousand!

Even for a rare early work by Lillian, the price was an astronomical overpayment.

It was an outright display of dominance!

Tara froze for a second before her eyes sparkled with pure awe. There was only one word for her best friend: Badass.

Hearing the six hundred thousand bid, Dante frowned. It was an absurd price for a single dress.

Standing nearby, Silas leaned in and whispered.

"Mr. Hayes, I think Mrs. Hayes might be misunderstanding your intentions. The price is already astronomical. There's no need to push it higher."

Dante's frown deepened, realizing his plan to win the dress for Quinn had completely backfired.

Vivienne's face drained of color. She never expected Quinn to throw down that kind of cash.

It was absolute madness.

"A masterpiece by Ms. Quincy is simply worth it."

Tara nodded proudly. "I know. My best friend is a queen. No drama, no toxic men!"

"Just wait. You dropped a fortune on her dress, she's definitely going to come talk to you."

Tara was right. Moments later, Lillian stood up and made her way over to them.

"You've certainly spent a fortune today, miss."

Lillian stopped in front of Quinn. As she recognized her face, a hint of surprise crossed her features.

It was her.

The young woman from the lobby who had left such a strong impression on her.

Quinn looked at her with deep respect and offered a warm smile. "Ms. Quincy, your work cannot be measured by a price tag."

"Your tailoring is unparalleled, and every stitch holds a piece of your soul. It's intricate and utterly brilliant."

"A timeless masterpiece like this is worth every penny."

Lillian was used to endless flattery, but unlike the usual superficial praise, she could feel the absolute sincerity in Quinn's words.